Dreams are sometimes a puzzle because they create stories in our sleeping universe that are imaginary but very real for many hours and certainly in the world of our subconscious. We wake in a sweat or disturbed for the rest of our waking hours.

My roommate woke up today in a glorious happiness saying that since he came to stay he has stopped having nightmares of his family in Egypt living under the new regime. I laughed saying I had a nightmare and have had them for many nights this last week about my ex.

It is said in dream interpreting circles that sometimes dreams are signs that point to certain emotions and situations that have yet to be worked out and need to be resolved.

So I reluctantly welcome the nightmares that leave me feeling troubled in my waking life.



Pessah in Casablanca

The best part of the seder is being surrounded by family, anyone’s family especially dysfunctional ones. I love the noise and the bustle of children playing and adults chattering and everyone having an opinion and where you don’t need to be polite anymore because you are with your crazy noisy big ridiculous family. I am sitting with an exes family and even though we are finished being a couple, his family to me is not finished. If we married people for their families I would have married lots of men. Families here remind me of my own big family with 5 sisters and an older brother and an aura of beautiful chaos.